15-XI-2005.
One of the genres favored by our family is the smudgy eye... when you quickly read something and later understand you misread it but in a way better than the correct one. For one, these days Lena wears a tshirt "tobacco and sports don't mix", which I mistakenly read (despite of seeing it for the fiftieth time) as "tabasco and sports". Or, in a supermarket there's an ad board for "snacks waiting to happen" which comes out as "shit waiting to happen"...
Speaking of juices (also okay without vodka), the craziest combination that I tried so far is coconut milk with pineapple juice. Crazy & unforgettable, except I can't remember what it tasted [like], but would gladly [try] again. We tried a lot of stuff here, mostly asiatic (because it doesn't require endless simmering like mexican or indian [does]), and experienced all kinds of surprises. The chinese sour-sweet sauce goes with almost any meat. On lettuce, instead of vinegar, compote of pineapple, mango and few others. Apples instead of salad (trick we picked in Russia back in '78 and repeated at home too). Tomato, onion, milk, fruit all in one dish.
It can all go one with the other, it just takes a bit of courage to try.
That film („Sretno dijete“ - happy child) I fished for almost the whole year, and barely managed to catch this much. Doesn't matter what an how, one doesn't look into a documentary's teeth.
Reminds me of a movie, I guess by Andrej Wajda, about Zbigniew Cybulski (for spectators with cheaper tickets*, the polish James Dean), a movie „about him without him“. These guys couldn't grab hold of Štulić not even to get him to say huh into the camera, and still it's mostly all about him, without him.
(a propose the disgust one expressed at „buy this for 600$ and save 100$“ and other such idiocies)
Thanks too. What it says that you're saving, says so simply because there are monkeys [out there] (who raise their butts every time) who're turned on by that. I've grown resistant to those tricks of theirs long ago, and if something looks like a good thing to buy, just to make sure it's good, I tell my wife what I found, and if I don't sound convincing to her, put it back on the shelf. Price not posted? Move on. Says „you'll save 10$“... compared to which price? Not disclosed? Move on. Compared to 100$? Gimme a break, across the street the price was 75$ always.
And for all those things one can like purchase via network, but they first ask for your address and then will send - as soon as I see such a web page, ctrl+W. They ask for your phone number to call you? Ctrl+W. It has hundred option, bundled in packages, this with that, that one with something third, no way to make your own pick - adio. Which is why I don't have a dish for the TV, and have downsized the cable to a minimum.
(that's where this guy from Canada asks how is it possible that I don't have more choice)
Yup, you get one local encabler to choose from, or any one of them for the satAlite, though with this one it I guess calls from time to time on the phone to report what you ordered or some such. The encablers compete at the local government to get some kind of ten year contract to be allowed to span their cables across, and they are under obligation to run four channels of socially-useful content, the programme for which is composed by the city. These mostly rotate various job ads, like need a teacher for daycare or two leafblowers for the parks.
I took a look at times at what the platers offer (the DirecTV and some DishSomething) and it's the same shit, as a matter of principle. This with that or that other one.
This way, for the 8,50$ a month, the level to which I cut it down, I have three franchises of Ksi (ξ aka Crime scene investigation) and two Lorders (which I mostly stopped watching), BBC news on one of the two PBS channels... hmmm do we watch anything else? Yup, also two-three criminal serieses which go right before or after these - Criminal minds (the BAU unit, behavioralistical approach to investigation, looking at everything from profile), Getting lost („Without a trace“, of persons who can't shoot right, missing all the time), and Numb3rs, where the main character is a mathematician who, aaah, such a genius, every friday he finds yet another branch of mathematics which will solve the case at hand.
While Stari Drek was on, we watched that too, more or less, now not even that. And ah, yes, local news (unfortunately, at the same time when BBC, so it's now one next time the other), because they have mercy and show the weather forecast _before_ sports, so at 23:18 I turn off the TV and sit at my machine.
On nineteenth photoed the plants around the house... many have accumulated, must have counted a dozen pots. The ground floor is still a krtlog (v. house dictionary). To Richmond in the afternoon, to see the girls. Separate photo op for Chu, as we now have this kitchen scale, so we weighed her. Ricardo had his fingers in Go's machine, guess he replaced the video card.
We also got them some groceries, probably not in the nearest Kroger, but out on I-95, there's a larger mall with both the Walmart and Gloc (v. house dictionary). In there, by the register, we see a guy pushing a cart topped with cabbage heads. Says Nina, „Look at the Bosnian“. And really, while we two were busy unloading our cart on the counter, the girls strolled around and checked the accent, sure was one, with daughter and guess mother-in-law.
During one such scene, some other time this year or next, Nina and Lena were buzzing around a Walmart while we two were filling the cart. So it happened that they got into a chat with two guys who looked like they could be high school seniors or close to it. The result was that they dared the guys guess their age. Seventeen and nineteen, they said...
As the day grew (!) shorter, so the trip back to Virginia Beach occurred at night, which is generally not a problem - we're going opposite of the tourist wave, so the crowd is on the other side. It's also a highway so driving is easy, and I know it by heart anyway. A trouble did arise: corolla is low. Whenever I'm tailgated by an SUV or [pickup] truck, its headlights hit all three mirrors, them being at pretty much the same height, meter and a bit above ground, and I'm barely seeing ahead. Since I'm always driving only as far as I can see, I slow down (can one slow up?), which the guy mostly understands as an invitation to pass me, and that's how it ends. But at times I'd have a slowpoke behind me, so the process could take all of ten minutes, and I'd downshift into fourth and drive barely 60 km/h. (yes I was still recalculating the mph)
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* v. Alan Ford
Mentions: Alan Ford, Chu, Gorana Sredljević (Go), house dictionary, Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Nevena Sredljević (Nina), Ricardo Manuel Bariero (Ricardo), in serbian
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